Poems from DaXue
She smells of smoke and steel
Of salty sweat
And used motor oil burned by the quenching of a scorching blade
She inhales the heat
And the...
I see summer in your eyes
The hanging leaves and thriving vines
The bluest, cloudless, perfect sky
The bright sun and the fires that fly.
I...
I write because one day, years ago when I was a little girl I opened up a secret door and peeked behind it I looked up and saw infinity...
I am Minerva Sprung whole from the head of Zeus
I am the red apple
That fell on Newton's head
I am the threshold one steps over as they...